Yes, this dog. Wilbur.
This sweet, cute, adorable dog.
Well, sweet, cute and adorable when he wants to be.
This week has been a rather bad week for Wilbur. And I know Mr. Cesar Milan, that is is probably all MY FAULT that my dog is acting up, but whatever.
Where do I begin...well, on Sunday I ran over to my mom-in-law's for a quick visit. (she lives on the street right behind me) I knew I wasn't going to be gone long so I left the t.v. on and all that jazz. The kids and I had just has some veggies and dip and I left in out on the kitchen island, and might I add - not near the edge. I think you know what happened next...
Yes, Wilbur helped himself to some roughage - carrots, celery, green peppers and cucumber - and washed it down with a bowl of creamy dill dip. Who knew he was a vegetarian? And somehow he never managed to break the dishes, they magically stayed put.
Oh well, so he had some veggies and dip. No big deal, right? Well, you should have seen the mess on the floor that I woke up to on Monday morning (and no, thankfully, I didn't step in it) It was large - and green AND THE SMELL... 'Nuff said?
This dog knows when he's done bad. Take for instance his two looks...
And his "Oh no, I think they're on to me"...
It's all in the eyes.
This morning while I was on the computer Wilbur decided to help himself to the leftover chicken noodle soup that I had made for the kids' lunches. He jumped up to the counter and was having a good 'ol time when I finally heard him clacking some dishes around. Busted! Momma was not happy. Here Wilbur was gulping up the soup like it was his only meal in weeks. (the dog eats twice a day with lots of snacks...) Like an addict, he knew what he was doing wrong but just couldn't help himself. He tried to make it up with a remorseful face but knowing I will be cleaning up lots of noodles today - in a way that I can assure you WON'T be pretty - cancelled that out.
I may never eat chicken noodle soup again!